Lyrics: 1-6 Recitative
(Stephen Forbes runs in, the mantle of the Prophet in his hands.)
FORBES
I was able to get this. The others have Joseph. He sprang to the window; but he saw bayonets below, so he caught the window casing and hung there, crying 'O Lord, My God!' and, wounded to death, fell to the ground. Then they shot him and mocked his body. But a light from heaven burst upon Joseph, and held off his murderers. Everyone stood like stone. Then I went forward.